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The Methodists were a thrifty group
The street-facing side of this sign says “United Methodist Church,” a group that was formed in 1968 when the Methodists joined up with the United Evangelical Brethren. Since the old name (complete with old time Gothic lettering!) was on the back side of the sign, I assume that the church members saw no reason to get a whole new sign, when all they had to do was turn the old one around.
Methodists: reusing stuff before it was even a thing. (If only, as an organization, they were still that progressive. But don’t get me started on that.)
House, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019
3 ACs
If this church/parsonage combination were still in operation, it would be plenty cool in the summer.
(When I was a kid, we had these kind of air conditioners, which work by drawing air across water-dampened pads. They have a particular smell when they come on that I will forever associate with my childhood home on 28th Street.)
House, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019
From Apple Street
A sign on the main highway, that we’d passed by hundreds of times, is what led us (eventually)(finally) to House, New Mexico. For some reason, we’d never seen the benefit of taking a brief detour for no other reason than to see what was there. And obviously, this place isn’t for everyone, but I liked the view from the eastern-most street, looking south.
Fun Fact: when I was a kid, the highway sign pointing the way to House also pointed at an actual house. It was a source of great amusement to my mom, who’d be sad if she knew the house was gone. (And House is nearly gone, too, as far as that goes: the official population in 2017 was 63.)
House, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019
Stormy Gap
We would shortly outrun the clouds, but for a few minutes it looked like rain was likely.
Melrose, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019
Reflections: all the town, right here
The way the sunlight hit those pieces of wood was enough for me to direct the Patient Spouse to make a u-turn so I could get the shot. And then, even better than the original thing I thought I was photographing, was the way the clouds and all the buildings across the street layered themselves into the scene.
Also, the P. S. reported that a slow-cruising state police officer stopped a block down the street to watch me. That officer is probably still trying to figure out what the hell I was up to…
Melrose, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019
